Requiem......

In lands where the lilies blew,
and, shy, once, the three dreams met,
there, anon, in anguish mournful,
unloved cupids, amorous players,
soft-peddle their unsold wares.
There stands a broken David,
there a brooding Thinker lost,
bashful, baleful, blue-bell wreathed,
they rueful wail the unpaid cost.
Have they eyes and do not see,
what moths and tapers burning wrought,
in wanton, whoring , wasted realms
bleeding hearts are never bought ?